It was a pretty good week of lumbering, and I have 26.5 miles in my feetz as of Friday. This leaves me the weekend to either creep around somewhere with my macro kit, or Dog forbid, go for a bike ride if I can get out before the heat of the day.
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From June to July
Here are a few pics from the last two days of lumbering.
Monday was a hot and humid lumber, while every insect in the woods gnawed their way through layers of bug spray to dine on the well-thinned blood hidden beneath my gelatinous folds of man blubber.
My Own Company
Another week of lumbering is in the books. Maybe, I don’t know, I might do more. I’m at 26.5 miles now and have an open weekend alone since Wifey is out living her best life in western Pennsylvania again.
Two Days & Some Pics
The week thus far has been hot, sticky, and pretty darn not bad in the lumbering department.
Since no one, not even me, wants to hear me wax poetic about stumbling around the woods sweating all over myself whilst covered in multiple layers of bug spray, I will just post the pics and get back to my daily duties.
Lumbers and River Trash
It seems like yesterday, or February, that I was driving to the trails in 0˚ temps. Today, as I made my way to them, it was 77˚ at 6:30 AM. In other words, conditions were great for lumbering, provided you get out and done by 9 AM. If not, you’re screwed. Or at least VERY hot and very sweaty.
Given the higher temps, I figured I’d start the week with one of my 5-mile loops (5.15), and then hopefully, by mid-week, when some rain moves in to cool shit down a bit, I can move back to my 6 and 7-mile loops. Either way, until the heat breaks, I’m going to need more than just one flask of water.
Saving Weeks
The past week was not my best week of lumbering, but I’m still on track to get over 100 miles in my feetz this month, so I guess I have that to cling onto like a deflated life jacket whilst sinking in a sea of American suck and worldly misanthropy.
Regardless of the lack of lumbering, intense heat, thunderstorms, and the endless appointments I seemed to have had last week, it was a good week if, for no other reason, our B-Man was back home after a month of school in London and some European travels to Amsterdam and Ireland.
A Wet Return
As previously noted in my last post, I ditched lumbering on Wednesday due to morning thunderstorms, followed by general malaise and a much-needed afternoon appointment with the OG Mindbender.
Irritable, Spuds, and Wheat
Most of the weekend was spent doing next to nothing. I always think that is going to have me rejuvenated and refreshed, but it really just makes me an irritable little bitch. Yet I keep doing it.
Crazy Birds & Goals Met
[I] decided to cut back on the distance a smidge this week in an attempt to recover from lots of miles over the past few weeks.
I said that in Tuesday’s post, and I meant it. Well, at least at the time, and I kept to it for the first three days of the week when I did sub-6 mile hikes and was more than OK with aiming for a 25-mile week.
The Good Odd Days
I was up at 5:40 AM, got Lola fed, had some coffee, read the footy news, dumped out, and then had my aging, flaccid white-man ass on the trails by 6:50 AM. There was much rejoicing.
When I pulled into the lot, there was an unfamiliar Ford Transit in the lot, and as much as I tend to imagine people living in the park, this woman was TOTALLY living in the park—at least for the night. As indicated by her van filled with racks of clothing, various water jugs, and bedding. Oh well, like James Hetfield once crooned, “Where I lay my head is home.” She was packing up as I set off down the trail and gone when I finished. Safe travels, Parking Lot Sleeping Lady.